13. Myome #2
“Come on.” He hoisted me a little higher then carried me to the bathroom.
I set the temperature for the water while Drix collected our clothes then we showered together and collapsed into bed. I slid closer to him and buried my face into his side. He threw an arm around me and I quickly drifted into sleep.
When I woke up, I was in bed alone. I stretched and groaned at how good it felt. I rubbed my eyes and yawned before sitting up. I glanced at my phone and saw it was already after eleven. I wasn’t shocked by that considering we hadn’t gotten into bed until nearly four.
I was thankful I had my notifications off for Skroll because as soon as I opened it I was flooded.
I glanced at a few notifications before deciding that was a bad idea.
I saw Radiant Reverie’s page had shared content from the concert, so I liked and shared that.
Then I exited and went through my messages.
Allison had texted, telling me to let her know when I felt better and when I’d be back at rehearsal.
Chandler had sent me the statement she mentioned, so I pasted into a note, screenshot it, and shared it without even reading.
I trusted her judgement. I had a message from Charm just checking on me and surprisingly a message from Drix.
I tapped it and a smile took over my face at the sight of the picture of us he’d sent me.
I saved it to my phone, made it his contact picture, and posted it to my Skroll.
I hesitated on tagging him in it but decided to just go all the way before locking my phone, tossing it on the bedside table, and climbing up.
I went through my morning routine then shuffled to the kitchen where I found Drix shirtless and standing in front of my stove. He was bobbing his head and rapping to a beat coming from his phone.
“Hi.” I announced my presence and Drix looked back at me.
“Hey.” He snatched his phone, muted what was playing, and turned back to the stove to flip whatever was in the skillet. “You got enough sleep?”
“Yep.” I nodded. “I feel great.”
I yawned again as I closed the space between us. I opened my arms to him and he leaned down to wrap his arms around me. I hummed in contentment.
“I can’t believe you didn’t fuck me last night,” I mumbled.
His chest shook with his laugh. “You’d just gotten out the hospital.”
“Well, it’s been hours now.” I looked up at him and he leaned down to kiss me, making my arms tighten around his neck. He grinned against my mouth.
“You need breakfast.” He smacked my ass then gripped it.
I cut my eyes at him. “You serious right now, Berlin?” I let my arms drop.
“Yep. I’m not fucking you at least until tomorrow, Twin, but trust me, you ain’t gon’ die.”
“I might.” I blinked up at him. “Then how are you going to feel?”
“Don’t even play like that.” His smile fell from his face and I rolled my eyes but reneged, because after my short hospital stay I didn’t even really want to throw out jokes about my health.
“Fine.” I sighed and crossed my arms. “What are you making anyway?”
“Breakfast egg rolls.”
“Breakfast egg rolls?” I repeated.
“Yep. Potatoes, eggs, bacon, cheese, onion, and bell pepper rolled in an egg roll wrapper and fried.”
My eyebrows knitted together.
“Why does that actually sound good.”
“Because it is.” He tapped my ass one last time then let me go to grab a plate for three of the breakfast egg rolls he’d already made. He offered it to me. “What do you want to drink?”
“I can get my own orange juice, I promise.” I winked at him and he nodded before I headed to the fridge. “Did you want something to drink now too?”
“Water would be cool.”
“Alright.”
I grabbed our drinks and my plate and sat at my little kitchen bar.
I dipped one of the egg rolls in syrup, took a bite, and nodded.
“This is amazing,” I announced.
“Thank you.” Drix stopped the stove, grabbed his plate, and walked over to sit beside me.
“You know you don’t have to cook breakfast for me every morning, right?”
“I like doing it,” he countered. “And speaking of breakfast, you said it was good, so why you taking them small ass bites?”
“I’m not really hungry.”
“Well, you didn’t eat yesterday, so you need to eat today.” Drix reached over and softly grabbed me by the back of the neck. His thumb immediately traveled up and down my throat. “I’ll negotiate with you,” he offered.
“Negotiate with me?” I repeated.
“Yeah. Eat all your breakfast and I’ll eat you till you can’t take it anymore.”
“Oh yeah?”
“I promise. Clean your plate and I’ll clean every inch of your body with my tongue and let you ride my face until you can’t.” He smirked.
I nodded and plucked up my egg roll to take another bite.
“There we go.” Drix leaned in and kissed the side of my head.
I took another bite.
“Thank you for trying to look out for me,” I said quietly.
“I’ve got you, Yo.”
“Yeah, yeah.” I rolled my eyes with a smile and unlocked my phone to text Charm.
“What are you getting into today?”
“I don’t know,” I admitted. “I may see if I can write.” I took another bite. “Why? What’s up?”
“You can always come to the studio with me.”
“I thought you were done working on other people’s music.”
“I am. I’m supposed to be laying a track with Rome and Merch.”
“And you’re going to the actual studio to do that?”
“Yeah. Merch is Rome’s friend. Not mine.”
“You’re ridiculous,” I accused. “But I’ll come hang out at the studio.”
“A’ight, cool.”
He plucked up his phone and we ate a little bit in silence, each of us stuck in our phones.
“What are people saying about me?” I asked after a while.
“I don’t know and don’t care.” Drix shrugged.
“You don’t know or don’t want to tell me?”
“Nobody is saying anything crazy about you. A blog posted that you passed out and that me and both of our teams went to the hospital. That’s it. No specifics were shared.”
“That’s not bad.”
“And even if it was, that shit don’t even matter for real.” Drix climbed to his feet and took his empty plate with him.
He set it in the sink and finished his water then walked back over to me. I squeaked when he spun my chair to the side and grabbed me, quickly boosting me over his shoulder.
“I didn’t finish eating,” I blurted.
“You ate two out of three.” He gripped the base of my thighs as he walked. “That’s good enough. We don’t want you to force it and end up getting a fucked up relationship with food.”
I damn near melted in his grasp from that statement. There wasn’t a singular question in my mind that Drix and I weren’t faking anymore. He cared immensely and made that clear not only by what he said but how he navigated our newly integrated lives.
He dropped me onto my bed and I bounced slightly before I reached for my shirt and Drix reached for the waistband of his sweatpants and boxers.
We shed our clothes. I sat up and reached for Drix’s neck.
As soon as he leaned over me, my mouth slammed against his and I did my best to pull him into me, making him chuckle against my mouth before climbing into the bed and over me.
I wrapped my legs around his waist and his hands slid beneath my body. We held on to each other while we kissed and I felt his dick hardening between us.
“I thought I was supposed to be tasting you, Yo,” Drix grumbled.
“I don’t want you to taste me. I want you inside me.”
“Yeah?” He leaned down and kissed my throat.
“Mhm.” I ran my hands up and down his back.
“Whatever you want.”
He reached between us and I grabbed his wrist. He lifted an eyebrow.
“I’m in charge this time.”
Drix scoffed. “Word?”
“Mhm. So move.” I put my hand on his chest and lightly pushed him.
He rolled onto his back and stretched his arms out on either side.
“Alright. Have your way with me then, Yo.”
“I plan to.”
I leaned over and kissed his mouth softly then shifted down the bed.
Berlin had taken my soul the first time we’d slept together and now I just wanted to return that favor.
I slipped between his legs and looked up at him as I kissed the head of his dick two slow times before running my tongue along it.
Berlin pushed himself up and I looked up at him.
His eyes met mine and I moaned at the eye contact.
He reached down and cupped my face lightly but didn’t try to move or lead me.
I went from twirling my tongue around the head of his dick to sucking it, then sticking my tongue out and forcing my head down as far as it could go. His dick nudged the back of my throat and I gagged slightly before pushing myself a little bit more.
“Fuck, Yo.” His thumb traced my cheek.
I kept going, bobbing my head and making myself gag over and over, my spit slipping out of my mouth around the base of his dick and balls. My eyes watered and I shut them briefly.
“You look so pretty choking on that dick, baby.” Drix grabbed my face in both hands and wiped the water beneath my eyes.
I was liable to actually throw up when I let my head lift all the way and gasped.
I had spit slipping down my chin but I sniffed deeply and stroked his dick.
He gripped my arms and yanked me up. He licked up the little dribble of spit still on my chin then slammed our mouths together, immediately sliding his tongue against mine.
We kissed each other frantically, both of us holding the other’s face.
I was still breathing heavily when we pulled apart.
“Come here.” Drix pulled me closer and I let his dick go.
I didn’t let him pull me down on him. I pushed his chest to get him to lie down again then turned my back to him. I slid my underwear to the side to rub myself against his dick. My hips rolled and I enjoyed how it felt having him pressing against my clit.
Drix’s large hands trailed up and down my legs.
He gripped the inside of my lower thighs.
I leaned forward and Drix gripped his dick and ran it between my folds then pushed himself to my entrance.
I slowly sank onto him and Drix’s grip tightened.
I leaned forward and grabbed his ankles for leverage then starting fucking him, moving up and down slowly to get used to his size.
Once I did, I sped up my movements, bouncing on him and enjoying the way he felt sliding in and out of me. I panted as I rode him and he groaned in response.
“Fuck, Yo.”
One of his hands drifted from my leg to between them and he slid his thumb back and forth along my clit until my eyes squeezed shut and I came. My legs shook but I did my best to keep moving.
He grabbed me by my midsection, pulling me back and into him. One of his arms wrapped around my waist and the other grabbed my face to tilt it toward him and capture my mouth with his.
He rolled his hips into me and I moaned.
“Fuck, Berlin.” I reached back to grip his head and did my best to fuck him back.
Both of us moaned as we slammed together, the smacking of our skin and the wetness between my legs easily heard. When I came the second time, my eyes slammed shut and he slid a hand between my legs and played in my wetness while I shook against him. He pressed his forehead against mine.
“Come on, Yo. Look at me while you give me one more.”
“I can’t,” I squeaked.
He chuckled. “Yes. You can. Come on. You want to give me another one, don’t you?”
“Mhm.” I nodded while I fought to keep my eyes open.
“Talk to me, baby.” He kissed me briefly.
“I want to give you another one, daddy.”
“Fuck.” He groaned and lifted me off of him.
I fell forward, feeling like I could just melt into the bed but didn’t get a chance. He yanked my legs back and grabbed them, hoisting them up over his shoulders. His mouth immediately suctioned my clit and he gently tongue kissed it.
“Fuck,” I cursed. “Fuck.”
My stomach caved as I whimpered and came again and Drix didn’t let up until tears threatened to spill.
His tongue slid from my clit to my hole where he slipped it in and out a few times before it trailed further.
He licked my asshole briefly before reaching down, grabbing me by shoulders and jerking me back up.
I whimpered again. Drix manhandling me around the bed was enough to keep me wet.
“Come here and get this shit, Yo.”
I scrambled to turn around and immediately took his dick back into my mouth.
I’d barely gotten my head down before he was cumming down my throat.
I swallowed it immediately then bobbed my head up and down a few times before sucking on the head until his legs shook slightly and he gripped me by my throat to force my head up.
I blinked up at him and he scoffed before shaking his head and grabbing me.
He lay on his back, taking me with him, and I laid on top of his body while he ran his hands up and down my back, shoulders, and ass.
“Keep that daddy shit up and my ass gon’ be a daddy for real.”
“Berlin”—I looked up at him—“You started it.” I kissed his chest. “I’ve never called a man daddy until you.”
“Oh. For real?” He kneaded my ass cheeks.
“Mhm.” I kissed his chest again.
“Good, ’cause them niggas could never be daddy when it comes to you.” He smacked my ass and I cut my eyes at him but a smile crossed my face.
“Nope. Never,” I assured him.
He licked his lips and bit the bottom one while I looked at his sexy ass face. I put a hand to his face and he leaned down to kiss me yet again.
I hadn’t been lying. I’d never gotten on the “calling your man daddy” train. I hadn’t even considered it until Drix. But now? I would call that man everything and anything he wanted me to call him. He deserved it.
“Come on. Let’s shower and get to the studio before you have to referee me and Rome.”
“Okay.” I nodded then kissed him one last time for good measure before rolling off him.